Love is a rose
At times it
Can be bitter
Or sweet.
Occasionally
There are many
Thorns.
But often
Times its most
Beautiful.
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angeldemuerto
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dark damn fear is what lies here
lonely troubled cold dead empty soul
no reason to laugh or shed a tear
mysterious cold as stone
are you there god?
are we alone?
lonely troubled cold dead empty soul
no reason to laugh or shed a tear
mysterious cold as stone
are you there god?
are we alone?